They don`t come around too often but when they do they`re worth celebrating. Yesterday started off with a two hour dog walk around the North Downs, the Pilgrims Way and the glories of summer in the Kent countryside. Followed by a whizzo Sunday lunch which would put Rick Stein to shame (if you`ve ever had an M & S lemon cheesecake you`ll know what I mean.)
And then in the evening the unbelievable happened when Southampton pulled off an astonishing victory against Manchester City with a brave, resilient, almost heroic performance, winning 1-0 before a world wide terrestrial TV audience. The goal came from Che Adams, bought at great expense from Birmingham City last January with a reputation as a free scoring striker; but who had so far failed to find the back of the net in his 30 appearances for the Saints.
His 45 yard strike yesterday was not only worthy of Goal of the Millennium but also a cause for wild celebrations from his team mates who seemed genuinely delighted for him - surely the first of many more to come. The win leaves Saints a vertigo-inducing 13th in the Premier League table with 43 points and still five games to go before this weird season finally ends - eclipsing the league and points position for the past two seasons.
So, dancing in the streets of Southampton last night (or was it reckless social distance defying euphoria?) - the fans didn`t see that coming - over the moon - desperately running out of cliches - but the day ended as I gazed deep into the night transfixed by the Premier League table on permanent teletext view as mathematically it will now be impossible for the Saints to be relegated. Perfect.
And then in the evening the unbelievable happened when Southampton pulled off an astonishing victory against Manchester City with a brave, resilient, almost heroic performance, winning 1-0 before a world wide terrestrial TV audience. The goal came from Che Adams, bought at great expense from Birmingham City last January with a reputation as a free scoring striker; but who had so far failed to find the back of the net in his 30 appearances for the Saints.
His 45 yard strike yesterday was not only worthy of Goal of the Millennium but also a cause for wild celebrations from his team mates who seemed genuinely delighted for him - surely the first of many more to come. The win leaves Saints a vertigo-inducing 13th in the Premier League table with 43 points and still five games to go before this weird season finally ends - eclipsing the league and points position for the past two seasons.
So, dancing in the streets of Southampton last night (or was it reckless social distance defying euphoria?) - the fans didn`t see that coming - over the moon - desperately running out of cliches - but the day ended as I gazed deep into the night transfixed by the Premier League table on permanent teletext view as mathematically it will now be impossible for the Saints to be relegated. Perfect.
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